Pinecone Mold Creature
Pinecone mold creatures in the forest lurk
Dropped by elves and faerie on an autumn day
Collecting them should be difficult work
There is an underlying mist so light and gray
From this enjoyable task I do not shirk.
Lightly tiptoeing through the leaves today
Mushroom hunting is my happiest quirk.
Boots step gingerly careful of the fey
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